The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it. And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?
…Since I was a child I have the tendency for creating around me a fictitious world, and makes myself surrounded by friends and people who never existed. (I don’t know, may it be clear, whether they did not exist in fact or whether that is me, myself, who does not exist. For matters like these, and for all the others, we should not assume a dogmatic view.) Since I realize that I am something that I call Self , I care to work out carefully in figure, movements, character and history these multiple unreal figures that are so visibly clear to me and so mine as all the things coming from whatever we use call, perhaps abusevely, real life. This tendency, which happens everytime I realize that I am a Self, has always been with me, changing the kind of music by which it keeps me delighted, but never changing its way for delighting.
— Fernando Pessoa
